I walked to War Memorial Stadium earlier this evening to grab a beer.  Tonight was the Bats last Friday night fireworks display and, by extention, the last one for my neighborhood as well.

I drank my beer, said hi to some friends and some ex-enemies (some of both were occupying the same body), and decided to walk home at the bottom of the ninth... by myself.

I hit Summit Avenue when the fireworks started.  It would have been easy enough to look back at what was taking place over my shoulder but I kept looking forward.  I knew what I was already missing.

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